"...Uhrg..."Anja was so distracted from the buzzing sound of the egg that she did not even realize that she was moving all along with Natasha. It really bugged her that this stipulation had been in the pot of ideas, so she was rather surprised when the referee girl tipped her on the shoulder, signaling her to release Natasha from the hold.

"With pleasure!"She yelled, eagerly letting go of the egg while she took some steps away from the scene, shaking her hands like if she had touched something that was extremely gross before turning around again to finish her opponent..

It would have been difficult enough to drag herself over to the edge of the ring with Anja seated firmly upon her back but it was made nearly impossible with that vibrating egg pressed against her exposed sex, the toy sending a never ending wave of pleasure throughout her body. Each passing second spent trapped underneath Anja was bringing Natasha closer to what now seemed to be an inevitable orgasm and the crowd must have felt just as she did for their cheering was growing louder, make her cum chants echoing through the arena as she clawed her way inch by inch towards the edge of the ring, the only thing that could save her at that point.

When the ref called for Anja to release her Natasha almost didn't believe it but indeed she had managed to grab hold of the bottom rope with her last effort, fortuitous given that she felt like she might have burst if that toy had been given any more time between her legs. Anja would turn around but she wouldn't find Natasha still in the ring, the woman having rolled outside of the ring to give herself a moment to recover.

To AnjaÂ´s surprise, clearly visible on her own face with a clearly visible annoyed impression, Natasha had already rolled out of the ring when she turned around again to face her. Then again, she was clearly not her usual self, as she would have never turned around to start with in her usual course of setting the pace of a match.

Snorting through her flaring nostrils, she would lean over the second rope to grab the head of the other girl. She was pretty sure that if she could hammer the head of Natasha against the ring post, this match would be over pretty soon...

The moment her feet touched the floor Natasha knew she needed to step away from the ring to catch a breather otherwise Anja would be right back on top of her within a matter of seconds. That was the plan at least but as she dropped to the floor outside the ring her ribs erupted in pain leaving her gasping for air, the kick she had taken to her midsection proving itself a far greater hindrance than she had first thought. Clutching at her side Natasha glanced from her throbbing ribs to a table set up not far from the ring, a plan to draw Anja out of the ring forming in her head just as she felt the woman's fingers pulling at her scalp.

"I'm not...letting you drag me around!" Natasha shouted out through the pain, her hands grabbing onto Anja's arms firmly before she dropped down onto her knees and pulled as hard as she could to yank Anja clean out of the ring. Keeping her grip upon her Natasha would drag her out from between the ropes, shouting out as she tried to bring Anja slamming down back first onto the table before her.

"Pfft, drag you around. As if."Both of the girls obviously had other plans at this point. Like a cornered rat, Anja had lost all of her senses in the latest stage of the match and was not hearing any argument, plea or answer without passing the red curtain of erupting emption that clouded her mind. She only sought to fill out her plan and end this, so that she could get out from this arena.

Natasha on the other hand, had other plans, so she found herself flying shortly through the air, crashing through the table with a loud thud, ringing the bell for the end of the match.